Now that you set everybody freeWhat are you going to do about me'Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clownI'd rather go back to the sweet undergroundWhere I can tell by the colour of my skinAnd I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the oneWho always turns me in

A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the nightPicking up every lost object in sightHandbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernailsThe black market eats up all your failuresHer transistor offers no salvation or regretsNo pool, no pets, no cigarettesJust non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes

CHORUSThere's no name, no name for the place or pain we'll cause youagain and again

If you do not co-operate with the Invasion Hit Parade

The liberation forces make movies of their ownPlaying their Doors records and pretending to be stonedDrowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorisedIncidentally the revolution will be televisedWith one head for business and another for good looksUntil they started arriving with their rubber aprons and theirbutcher's hooks

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They're hunting us down here with Liberty's lightA handshaking double talking procession of the mightyPursued by a T.V. crew and coming after themA limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthemThe former dictator was impeccably behavedThey're mopping up all the stubborn ones who just refuse to be saved